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Stanislas McKay was a traitor and the son of a traitor; he had been actually taken red-handed in a new and still deeper treachery, and he must suffer for his crime. At the end of the first fortnight McKay's relations and friends in England had almost abandoned hope. This was what Mr. Faulks told Mrs. Wilders, who called every day two or three times, always in the deepest distress.
In any case I could help you." It was so arranged. Mrs. Wilders bade her servant introduce the stranger, and presently joined him in the adjoining room. "Mr. Hyde," she began, composedly and very stiffly, "may I inquire the meaning of this intrusion? You are a perfect stranger " "Look well at me, Cyprienne Vergette. Have years so changed me ?" "Rupert? Impossible!" she half-shrieked.
It was quite a little family party, for just behind, in the centre of the line, stood Sergeant-major McKay, the unacknowledged cousin. How many of these four Wilders would be alive next night? No doubt a battle was imminent. It was more than possible that there would be a night attack, so both armies bivouacked in order of battle, ready to stand up in their places and fight at the first alarm.
Hartley was dining out, "dining at the Wilders'," he said casually, and he further informed Coryndon that Mrs. Wilder had asked him to bring his friend, but no amount of persuasion could induce Coryndon to forgo an evening by himself.
"It is no pretence, sir," replied Stanislas, with dignity. "What! You call yourself a Wilders! By what right?" "My mother is first cousin to the present Lord Essendine." "Through whom?" "Her father, Anastasius Wilders." "I know my father's brother. Then you belong to the elder branch. But I never heard that he married." "He married Priscilla Coxon in 1805." "Privately?" "I believe not.
Wilders thought she had sufficient influence with Captain Trejago to persuade him, not only to postpone his departure, but to take a trip to the Crimea. In this she was perfectly successful, and the day after Lord Lydstone's funeral the Arcadia, with a fine breeze aft, steered northward across the Black Sea. It reached Balaclava on the morning of the 5th of November, and Mrs.
Wilders hailed a native boat, and, without condescending to notice the orderly further, she seated herself in the stern-sheets and was rowed off to the Arcadia. "Mariquita! Ma ri kee tah!" A woman's voice, shrill and quavering, with an accent of anger that increased each time the summons was repeated.
There was no further reference made to the unpleasant facts now brought to light by the letter and documents sent over by Hyde. Mrs. Wilders, as we shall still call her, knew that she could not dispute them; that any protest in the shape of law proceedings would only make more public her own shame and discomfiture.
Wilders, as we shall still call her, was greatly agitated by this stormy scene, and it was with a blanched cheek and faltering step that she sought her confederate in the next room. Mr. Hobson was gone. "Coward! he has easily taken alarm. To desert me at the moment that I most need advice and help!"
His special messenger may come down with the very latest. If so, you ought to be able to extract that from him too." Mrs. Wilders spoke these words carelessly; but, as often happens, they correctly foretold what presently occurred. When they were all seated cosily around the tea-table, Mrs. Wilders's man brought in a great dispatch upon a salver. "For Mr.
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